[guillotinesmile]

you can 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐆𝐄 the heartache. call those bruises 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞—𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐬 if you must. but eventually, you will realize there aren’t enough tears to wash away your misdoings. a shiny ribbon cannot hold together your wilting self—esteem. you are brutus，my darling. you are 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍. ♡̷̸ ─── ┈ KATHERINE SARAH DREW—ROGERS. an original character of the MARVEL universe. S.H.I.E.L.D PROJECT # 𝟼𝟻𝟾, the combined dna of spider—woman and captain america. as told by 𝖚𝖓𝖌𝖔𝖉𝖑𝖞. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ଼⠀⁎⠀ ݁ ⠀╱ you can access her back story here.

* PSD BY @sladestrokes.

[superskrulled]

𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝔴𝔞𝔯! ╱

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗋𝗉𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗄𝗋𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗌. . . 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌. 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌’ 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁! 𝗍̶𝗁̶𝖾̶𝗈̶𝖽̶𝗈̶𝗋̶𝖾̶ 𝐭̲𝐞̲𝐝̲𝐝̲𝐲̲ 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗆𝖺𝗇. ੈ♡˳ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝗉𝗂𝗋𝗈𝗎𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖔𝖉𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊.

[tempestveins]

𝖺 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗁𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋’𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗁𝗒 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫! ╱

𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋 &. 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖺’𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾. . . 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋’𝗌 𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾! 𝖺 𝔴𝔬𝔩𝔣 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗉’𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 ; 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾, 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆, 𝑹𝑨𝑮𝑬 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁. ੈ♡˳ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝗉𝗂𝗋𝗈𝗎𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖔𝖉𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊

[balletslipped-deactivated202012]

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘯…. 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄!

                           Hi, all! This is the introductory post for a multimuse / multifandon roleplay account ; I am new to tumblr but have 6+ years experience across twitter and instagram and I am highly literate and descriptive. I am also over the age of 18.  Do not hesitate to message me about potential storylines or connections once I establish secondary blogs for my characters - all of which will be reblogged here!

[astralwonder]

𝙳𝚁𝙰𝚆 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝚄𝚁𝚃𝙰𝙸𝙽 back for venus, ere my vision grows too weak: it is strange the pearly planet should look 𝖗𝖊𝖉 as fiery mars, ── ── GOD will mercifully guide me on my way amongst the stars !

an independent, gv—based portrayal of 𝐎𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐄. an original character.

LOVED BY DAAÉ. ╱ ( coloring. )

[guillotinesmile]

goodnight, send things to my ask box or send me something or you’re homophobic <3

[goldenhammerhandyman-blog]

"Stop being so -" finish it in my ask.

[thirdflash]

⠀ ⠀ THIS IS THE STORY OF BECOMING A HERO THE HARD WAY . . ⠀ ⠀ 〝 i bet on losing dogs. i know they’re losing and i pay for my place by the ring. 〞‬ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ he raised his hand ﹠. defied god’s very will ! * indie wally west, aka: THE FLASH ! ⠀ ⠀            portrayal by VERSACE

[brashblades]

electricity courses through 𝗜𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗗 — 𝗕𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗦, flickering on thousands of particles that 𝖒𝖔𝖈𝖐 human life. a mistake, some may say. to others ——— 𝗔 𝗕𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗞𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛. a copy of one on the brink of d̷e̷a̷t̷h̷ ; life, now an option once again. iron in his bones – 𝗠𝗘𝗧𝗔𝗟 in his 𝖛𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖘. ─── ┈ CADE ANTHONY STARK . an original character of the MARVEL universe. the 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖇𝖔𝖓 𝖈𝖔𝖕𝖞 of tony stark, the ironed man, living once again. relived by 𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ଼⠀⁎⠀ ݁ ⠀╱ you can access his back story here.

* PSD BY @sladestrokes

[unrequitaed]

𝖠𝖴𝖡𝖴𝖱𝖭 𝖣𝖠𝖦𝖦𝖤𝖱𝖲 whine to slither deeper into the spines of 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟—𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠 ; beating on drums call her to this world. grief and mosaics 𝚁𝙴𝙻𝙰𝙿𝚂𝙴 in my palms tonight . . * the birth of a 𝖑𝖆𝖕𝖎𝖘 𝖘𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 plunged in the stone of her 𝚆𝙾𝙻𝚅𝙴𝙽 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃 . ——— romeo &. juliet’s 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 ! ❁‪ ྀ ུ c.‬

[deathskiss]

𝖬𝖸 𝖪𝖨𝖭𝖣 𝖬𝖴𝖱𝖣𝖤𝖱𝖤𝖱 , your eyes burn like caramel and 𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑡 my insides . you light a cigarette and it awfully reminds me of what 𝙾𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚄𝙿𝙾𝙽 𝙰 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 was my heart . and you say , everything turns to 𝖉𝖚𝖘𝖙 with time . 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑 , you are not time , you are 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 bringing me to 𝖆𝖘𝖍𝖊𝖘 . ——— the society’s 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐧 ! ❁‪ ྀ ུ c.‬

[guillotinesmile]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀* EMOTIONAL ╱ BAGGAGE.

bold whatever applies to your muse.   italicize the things that only happen in other verses.  REPOST ,   DON’T REBLOG.

TRIGGER WARNING: MATURE &. TRIGGERING CONTENT AHEAD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ . . .

been cheated on     |    been bullied    |     had your heart broken    |    broken someone’s heart   |   told a horrible lie |     been betrayed   |     been framed / set-up     |     stolen something of value   |     overdosed on drugs     |   been drunk    |     cheated     |    bullied   |    been publicly humiliated    |   punched someone in the face    |     been beaten up   |    broken a bone   |   been admitted to a hospital |    put someone in the hospital   |   had a near - death experience  |     been drugged   |     done drugs     |    smoked     |     been arrested    |    been homeless |     been forced to commit a crime    |     died and come back to life     |     kissed someone you weren’t attracted to   |    bled severely |   killed someone    |    been forced to kill someone  |   had an attempt on your life    |   made an attempt on your own life     |   lost someone   |   loved someone  |     watched a loved one die    |   failed to save / help a loved one |   felt helpless |    watched your world die / disappear |   had your life’s work stolen / destroyed   |   gone without food for over three days    |   gone without sleep for over three days    |    been tortured   |   been shot  |   been stabbed |   been poisoned   |   been held prisoner  |   been trapped |     been buried alive    |     been held hostage  | held someone hostage |     been stuck in a different world / universe / time     |   been slapped / punched by a parent or higher up    |   been abused by someone who should have loved / appreciated / valued you    |   had a panic attack   |   had night terrors |    been in a car accident   |     lost your job     |   lost a fight |    had sex with a stranger     |     been divorced     |     been abandoned    |     passed out from pain |   cried yourself to sleep   |     spent a whole day in bed  |   hurt yourself |   taken your anger out on yourself |   taken your anger out on someone you love  |   been used  |   been manipulated   | felt used  |   manipulated someone else |   had your memories / mind wiped / stolen or tampered with    |   been taken over by a hostile force    |   been terrified  |     played a cruel game on someone  |     been forced to smile   |   felt too many things at once |   laughed when you felt like crying    |   been in denial   |   been denied |   faced your demons.

[guillotinesmile]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ STARTER CALL!

like for a starter using a list of prompts!

( i may use more than one list. )

[rottingspring]

starter for @guillotinesmile.

〝  this  will  only  hurt  for  a  second.  〞‬ 

moira’s  steady  hand  v.  the  needle  inserted,  her  free  hand  resting  upon  the  girl’s  shoulder  as  to  keep  her  arm  still.  a  strand  of  brown  hair  falls  in  front  of  brown  eyes.  she  plays  this  role  often,  truthfully.  this  conduit  for  SHIELD  ﹠.  XAVIER  alike.  how  they  look  at  her  ﹠.  see  a  role  more  than  a  person.

she  glares  at  the  assigned  shield  agent  watching  the  door.  he  leaves  without  a  second  thought.  she  thinks  of  the  first  time  she  met  the  girl.  fury’s  lackey,  then,  still  with  the  CIA  ﹠.  begging  for  a  life  better  than  what  she  was  given.  one  life  turned  to  two,  then  three,  then  ten.  ﹠.  she  had  watched  little  kate  rogers  dance  —-  she  had  left  soon  after.  maybe  because  she  saw  something  of  her  former  self  in  those  pointe  shoes,  a  faceless  child  in  pink  tulle  ;  it  wasn’t  jealousy  so  much  as  a  sadness  gnawing  away  at  bones,  doing  more  damage  than  rapidly  decaying  cells  ever  could.

the  needle  is  taken  out  ﹠.  set  aside.  hello  kitty  bandaid  to  the  injection.   〝  i  have  some  questions  to  ask  you.  if  you  don’t  mind.  〞‬ 

[guillotinesmile]

 the  constant  prodding  of  dove’s  flesh  was  growing  familiar  to  her,  but   she  was  never  made  less  ill-at-ease.  to  keep  the  anxiety  at  bay  (  which, truth  be  told,  was   never  a  success ),  perilous  mind  would  wander  over  to  read  prose  or  old  steps.  but  when  the  needle  sunk  into  skin,  she flinched — memories  of  her  demise  flashing  in her  irises.  it  was  often  ocean  eyne   leaked  like  a  faucet  ;  crystals dancing  upon  spider  lashes.  not  to  be  mistaken  as  a  reaction  to  the  injection,  of  course.  the  thought of  her  deceitful   lover’s  master  plan  was  painful  enough  on  its  own. 

“ I’m.  .  .   I’m  sorry, ”   in  reference  to  her  arm  jerking,  a  reaction  of   the  fight   or   flight  variety.   eyelids  shut  like  window  panes.  she  needs  a  moment  to  breathe. 

                           one,     two,     three,     four,     five.

   inhale, 

            exhale.

it  wasn’t  always  moira  who  ran  tests,  but  she  was  preferred. 

gazing  down  at  bandage,  nose  crinkles  in  thought.  a  memory  of  father  placing  one  over  scrapped  knees  as  a  child.   it  brings  her  comfort. 

“ ask  away, ”  gnawing  tenderly  at  her   lower  lip.  dulcet   vocables   soft.  

 “ it’s  not  like  i  have  much  say   in  the  matter. ”

[rottingspring]

(  remember  the  blood  on  your  hands,  trask’s  body  before  you.  remember  the  heartache  of  meeting  a  once  lover  only  to  find  your  feelings  lost  in  the  waves  of  righteousness  ﹠.  truth.  if  you  forget  you  lose  another  part  of  yourself.  haven’t  you  lost  enough?  )

luciferian  in  nature,  her  mutation.  cursed  to  live  again  ﹠.  again   —-  she’s  grown  used  to  the  headache  of  it  all  ﹠.  prefers  calming  herself  with  drink  after  drink.  whiskey,  bourbon,  rum.  her  poison  comes  in  a  six  pack  available  at  most  corner  stores.〝  it’s  okay.  〞‬  moira  is  gentle  ﹠.  speaks  to  her  as  if  she’s  her  own  child.  〝  recognizing  the  pain  is  better  than  suppressing  it.  when  it  hurts,  tell  me.  〞‬

what  flows  through  her  veins  is  the  blood  of  a  former  mother  turned  self   —-  exiled  savior  of  mutantkind.  the  one  that  has  seen  them  die  each  time.  the  one  that,  when  she  enters  the  room,  trumpets  play  ﹠.  her  casket  opens  in  case  her  time  runs  out.  her  cells  decay  ﹠.  she  is  forced  to  live  through  the  constant  ache.  such  is  so,  as  the  woman  that  knows  so  much  ﹠.  yet  so  little.〝  i  have  to  know  who  .  .  〞‬  rosebud  lips  stained  red,  lower  bitten  into.  nervous  to  ask,  nervous  to  force  her  to  think  about  it  more  than  she  already  has.  killed  you  remains  unspoken  but  hangs  heavy  between  two. 〝  it’s  okay  if  you  don’t  want  to  say  so.  i  was  just  asked  to  ask.  〞‬

[guillotinesmile]

(   IT  HURTS   MORE  WHEN  YOU  LOVED  HIM.  )

                   .            .            .   

“  I.  .  .  I will. ”  

 fragile  frame  stiffening,  sleeve  pulled  to  conceal  punctures.  ah,  the   dreaded   question.  the  answer  laid  dormant  upon  her  tongue,  so desperate   to  be  released  but  too  painful  to  relinquish.  everybody  had heard  of  the  swan  and  her  miracle  rebirth.   how  she  died    &.   S.H.I.E.L.D  took  a  gamble  on  her,  using  a  serum  that  was  a  mere   prototype.   they’d  guessed  it  had  a  *fifty  percent  chance  of  success,  and  an  even  lower  number  when  calculating  her   chance  of  surviving  its  side  effects.  and  though  all  seemed  to  be  well,  these  check—ups  were  required.  

often  the  girl   thought  of  her  time  spent  in  confinement  at  headquarters,  mere  moments  away  from  her  home.     it’s  too  risky.    we  don’t  know  what  hydra  plans  to  do  next.

sleepless  nights  &.  nightmares  that  shook  her  to  her  core.  how  she  woke up  and  went  to  the  bathroom  and  believed  she  saw  her  assassin  behind her.  her  fists  shattered  the  glass ;  they’re  still  red  and  raw. 

                 .            .            .  

suddenly,  bile  rose  in  her  thorax —  features  used  to  being  green  with  envy  now   painted  ill.  rising,  she  rushed  to  a  nearby  bin,   a  surge  of  vomit  ensuing.    

“ hydra   operative   demitri  barnes, ”    spoken  after  a  few  moments,  but  its sting  tastes  worse  than  bile  produced.  

overwhelmed  with  nausea,   the  motion  is repeated. 

[starprompt]

SEND A SYMBOL FOR…

Our muses to be caught in one of these situational tropes! (These work well for ships, but could be used for all kinds of characters.

❄ Our muses huddle together to stay warm. ☽ Our muses having no choice but to share a bed. ✚ My muse carries yours due to an injury. ☂ Our muses get caught in the rain together. ☃ My muse gives yours their jacket in the cold. ♡ Our muses almost kiss, but are interrupted. ☹ My muse is jealous over someone else showing interest in yours. ✦ My muse bandages yours due to an injury. ✗ My muse confesses their love to yours as they die in their arms. ✓ Our muses share a hug after being separated for a long time. △ My muse shows up outside your muse’s door after being presumed dead. ❖ My muse accidentally falls asleep against yours. ⁕ Our muses hold hands for the first time. ⎔ Our muses say goodbye to each other for the last time. ⚑ Our muses are mistaken to be a couple by someone else. ♧ Our muses see each other in formal wear for the first time. ⚠ My muse sacrifices themselves for yours. ⎈ My character pins yours to the ground while fighting/sparring.

[rottingspring]

starter for @guillotinesmile.

〝  this  will  only  hurt  for  a  second.  〞‬ 

moira’s  steady  hand  v.  the  needle  inserted,  her  free  hand  resting  upon  the  girl’s  shoulder  as  to  keep  her  arm  still.  a  strand  of  brown  hair  falls  in  front  of  brown  eyes.  she  plays  this  role  often,  truthfully.  this  conduit  for  SHIELD  ﹠.  XAVIER  alike.  how  they  look  at  her  ﹠.  see  a  role  more  than  a  person.

she  glares  at  the  assigned  shield  agent  watching  the  door.  he  leaves  without  a  second  thought.  she  thinks  of  the  first  time  she  met  the  girl.  fury’s  lackey,  then,  still  with  the  CIA  ﹠.  begging  for  a  life  better  than  what  she  was  given.  one  life  turned  to  two,  then  three,  then  ten.  ﹠.  she  had  watched  little  kate  rogers  dance  —-  she  had  left  soon  after.  maybe  because  she  saw  something  of  her  former  self  in  those  pointe  shoes,  a  faceless  child  in  pink  tulle  ;  it  wasn’t  jealousy  so  much  as  a  sadness  gnawing  away  at  bones,  doing  more  damage  than  rapidly  decaying  cells  ever  could.

the  needle  is  taken  out  ﹠.  set  aside.  hello  kitty  bandaid  to  the  injection.   〝  i  have  some  questions  to  ask  you.  if  you  don’t  mind.  〞‬ 

[guillotinesmile]

 the  constant  prodding  of  dove’s  flesh  was  growing  familiar  to  her,  but   she  was  never  made  less  ill-at-ease.  to  keep  the  anxiety  at  bay  (  which, truth  be  told,  was   never  a  success ),  perilous  mind  would  wander  over  to  read  prose  or  old  steps.  but  when  the  needle  sunk  into  skin,  she flinched — memories  of  her  demise  flashing  in her  irises.  it  was  often  ocean  eyne   leaked  like  a  faucet  ;  crystals dancing  upon  spider  lashes.  not  to  be  mistaken  as  a  reaction  to  the  injection,  of  course.  the  thought of  her  deceitful   lover’s  master  plan  was  painful  enough  on  its  own. 

“ I’m.  .  .   I’m  sorry, ”   in  reference  to  her  arm  jerking,  a  reaction  of   the  fight   or   flight  variety.   eyelids  shut  like  window  panes.  she  needs  a  moment  to  breathe. 

                           one,     two,     three,     four,     five.

   inhale, 

            exhale.

it  wasn’t  always  moira  who  ran  tests,  but  she  was  preferred. 

gazing  down  at  bandage,  nose  crinkles  in  thought.  a  memory  of  father  placing  one  over  scrapped  knees  as  a  child.   it  brings  her  comfort. 

“ ask  away, ”  gnawing  tenderly  at  her   lower  lip.  dulcet   vocables   soft.  

 “ it’s  not  like  i  have  much  say   in  the  matter. ”

[rottingspring]

she walked down the stairs as if a phantom, cementing herself as the first ghost in this universe’s walls of xavier’s.

⠀⠀ 〝   —-  well,  here’s  the  thing,  charles  .  .   ⠀ ⠀    IT’S  NOT  A  DREAM  IF  IT’S  REAL.  〞‬  an  indie  ﹠.  au  portrayal  of  MOIRA  KINROSS  set  outside  comics  ╱ movies.